Handled. (feat. J D)

Yopp Look At the end of the day, I have my business handled To cop the car I want, need a couple more bandos To pay it all in cash, got my eyes on a Lambo Anything I show you, is nothing but a sample Only have two modes, that's Rocky and Rambo Tell me that I'm Gunning 'cause I'm cocky and I can blow Enough about me, on and on I could ramble When we talkin' money, on it's where my hands go At the end of the day, my business gets handled Black on black, in the shadows so it's camo Pack the cheese in the Louie V, call it Leather Lambeau When it's time to party, I always cop a handle Movin' to my own beat, solo on the dance floor To reach the next level, you got to take a chance bro Know what you stand for 'Cause In this PC culture it's easy to get cancelled Methodical movements, colossal achievements Puttin' ink to paper, signin' agreements Payin' straight cash shoppin' at Nieman's Tellin' Moms I got her, show I mean it On my way up like Scotty beam me Life is a movie, steady streamin' Head on a swivel, they steady scheming So I just sit back, gangsta leanin' I handle my business I don't need a witness I don't need permission I just need forgiveness My mode is on vicious I pull up my britches And grant my own wishes I'm eatin' delicious A starter, I finish Like Popeye on spinach Or Beast Mode from scrimmage Ramsey in the kitchen I bring something different So make sure to listen I'm gone in an instant Quickly I make distance Can blink but you'll miss it Be left reminiscin' From zonin' to blitzin' I'm ganged up like Blitzen I been on a mission My business gets handled every day (Every day) Every day I got to pray (Got to pray) Got to pray for my enemies, them snakes (Them snakes) Them snakes why my grass landscaped (Whoa) You get what you put in So there's no rushing, no V. Putin Fast food v home cookin' I'm ready to buy, y'all just lookin' At the end of the day my business gets handled I make moves with Knowns, keep my eyes on them Randos Always stay relaxed with the incense and candles Got to plan for the dry times like a camel Ready for the overtime like I ate my Campbell's You can tell me nothin', nothings what I can't do Run the race or get trampled Success or failure, always an example If you lost the handle, don't know where ya going Momma waitin' on me but nothin' ain't showing Movin' like the river so I keep flowing ' Can't let 'em pull you down or put you on the menu Have niggas out ya house like we in a venue Focused on myself 'cause it's a lot to handle If ya life goin' left don't try to gamble I put everything up, the shit I couldn't handle The shit I couldn't handle I put on the shelf And that shelf is empty, I focus on self They focus on wealth while I focus on health I move in the shadows, so well versed in stealth At times I couldn't eat so I tightened my belt The memories vivid of pain that was felt Can only play the game with the hand that was dealt So the first time around, handle ya business well